I think I’m going to relapse this fall. She will be away. Forever this time. No one would notice. One skipped meal here, one skipped meal there. The weight will slide right off. Thinking about the number 49 makes me euphoric. How great it must feel. And no one will be able to see it, because I will be covering up my body once again. I’m afraid that if I start this fall that it will become really bad when spring comes. I will be forced to recover and be fat in the summer once again. Whatever, at least my own eyes will see my decomposing body and enjoy the disturbing loveliness of it.
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